All of this meant that Fox really needed to focus for the next hour to get as much work done as possible until the horde arrived. Once he headed home after the casual festivities, he’d be able to work some more. He didn’t work a nine-to-five job, and he didn’t mind. But, sometimes, he thought it would be nice not to bring work home. Of course, he didn’t actually know of a job like that, but it was always nice to dream.
He was only twenty minutes into his work when he noticed someone he never thought to see again out of the corner of his eye. He turned, his gaze caught, and his attention enthralled with the woman picking up a to-go order.
Her long, blond hair fell in waves, and she wore tight-fitting jeans that showcased her luscious curves. She had on an elbow-length T-shirt that was tight around her chest and made him remember exactly what she looked like beneath those clothes. He’d tasted every inch of her, touched every curve. It had been in a whiskey-filled haze but he hadn’t minded one bit. He could still remember every single instant. Including the fact that she had left him alone in bed the next morning.
“Melody.” The word was out of his mouth and echoing in the loud room before he even knew he’d said it.
She turned, her eyes widening for a moment before she schooled her features into a pleasant smile.
“Fox. I should’ve known I’d see you at this bar again.” She held her to-go bag in one hand, and Fox pointedly ignored his brother giving him a look.
“I come here often. My brother is the owner. Remember?”
She gave him another of those sweet smiles that looked nothing like the sultry ones she had given him that night. “Sure I do. Well, it was nice to see you, Fox. As you can see, I came to get dinner. I shouldn’t let my food get cold. Have a good night.”
She turned on her heel and walked out of the bar as if she hadn’t just shown up out of nowhere after three months. He hadn’t even known she was back in town, let alone expected to see her in Dare’s bar. They hadn’t made any promises to each other. There had been no last names, no judgments, no backstories. But he knew almost every single person in his town who wasn’t a tourist, and Melody hadn’t been one of them. And yet, she was back and ordering food as if she had been here all along. Once again, he ignored his brother’s look and packed up his things. He wasn’t going to follow her, but he would go home and have some time to himself. He wasn’t in the mood for questions, didn’t feel like dealing with knowing looks and smiles. Because the best night of his life had just walked out the door. Again. And he still only knew her first name.
And from what he’d just seen, their night together hadn’t left the same impression on her.
Who knew an evening without whiskey could be so revealing.